OOooo... it's shiney!!! (Another Random Jo-Jo Moment)
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Posted:Jul 6, 2009 7:33 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 8:38 am
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I have a bit of a problem..... I believe ADD and ADHD to be a bit of a crock. Some people just less attentive than others this is not a good reason to "labotomize" them with pills...sorry Doc... not buying it. I am a prime example of this... I am very easily distracted... but it's because my mind is CONSTANTLY in motion.. when in coversation I am usually three questions ahead of the one that just left my mouth... sometimes I lose the ones in between. When in a store or mall.. I am CONSTANTLY distracted by "Bright shiney objects" this ranges from books to knick knacks to lingerie to candy.. about anything.. Don acquates this to a magpie bird... it's a thief that makes it's nest of random objects that it finds laying around... no matter whose it was before. Keep in mind I don't ask for a whole lot... rarely buy anything actually... but that doesn't mean I don't ooo and ahh over the pretty things... I appreciate objects... but alot of the stuff i go gaga over is just that pretty and shiney it doesn't have a purpose... and so I do not buy it lol
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Vacation of a Lifetime
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Posted:Jun 22, 2009 9:31 am
Last Updated:May 13, 2024 8:38 am
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Don and I had finally rented the Cabin in Devil's Kitchen. It was only a few hours south of home. You couldn't really call it camping not when it had a full kitchen and a dishwasher, but the idea of a secluded cabin in the woods was just what the doctor ordered. We'd been working on the remodel at home for months... pulling up carpet, tearing down walls, painting, it was worth it... but we were exhausted. A weekend with fishing, hiking, and that lovely hot tub was just what we needed.
Don drove, he almost always did, I didn't mind driving and he didn't mind riding shot gun it's just lol, well it felt like the natural order of things. The we're at their respective other parents houses. The cell phones were by mutual agreement going to be shut off while we were here. That in and of itself was a miracle. Don NEVER put that phone down... I don't knowhow many times I broke down in giggle fits because it would go off and he'd start texting between thrusts lol. Most girlfriends would get mad, but well I just thought it was funny.
We pulled in, my hand in his, and we gazed up at the beautiful two story log cabin before us. We exchanged a quick smile and scrambled out of the car, each of us grabbing a duffle and taking either end of the big cooler. We walked up the stairs and into the small foyer. The high ceilings and floor to ceiling windows that over looked the forest were breath taking. No one was around for miles and you could see it in one glance at the never ending trees. I set down my end of the cooler and dropped my duffle in awe of the sight. Don stepped up behind me and slid an arm around my waist, looking over my shoulder. "It's so beautiful, my love." I whispered. His breath rustled the hair at my ear... "Yes you are...." I trembled as his lips caressed my neck, his hands slidig beneath my shirt to cup my breasts, massaging them in slow circles, his teeth and tongue finding my most sensitive places. I simply melted, after a moment or two he pulled my bra back over my breasts and pulled down my shirt, with a smart swat on the butt, "Come on let's bring in the rest of the stuff..." I pouted at him, "You are SOOOO mean to me... " He winked and trotted out the door.
After unloading the car and tucking our bags into the Master bedroom, and putting away the groceries Don went to check the grill, I went to check out the hot tub... I turned the temperature up to around 100 and set the jets to bubbling. Don didn't drink but I did indulge on occasion. I went into the kitchen and poured a double shot of Gin into a mix of pineapple and orange juice added a few ice cubes and went back to the hot tube. I stripped naked and climbed in letting the frothy bubbles swirl around me as I sipped my drink. The warm buzz from the alcohol and the warm water easing into my muscles was like heaven. I must have dozed because i didn't know Don was in the tub with me until his lips touched mine, he was already between my thighs, his chest pressed against mine, his coarse chest hair wreaking havoc on my nipples.
He lifted me easily up on the edge of the tub, his tongue traveling with the rivers of water down my body. He nibble my breasts as his fingers parted my soft flesh. I gripped his hair for balance. I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder, the sun had set, and I could see the twinkle of the stars on the lake. I remembered a discussion we'd had a while back out HIS fantasies. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him again as I stroked his cock softly. I pulled away and climbed out of the hot tub, grinning at him over my shoulder and crooking a finger as I walked out the big glass doors and on to the balcony, looking out over the woods. I knew how I must look, my skin is so pale, the moon was nearly full, the water making my skin twinkle in the star light.
I felt his arms come around me again from behind, trailing his hands down my body and over my hips. Urging me forward over the balcony, parting my legs. His hands roamed my body, exploring it in the moonlight like he'd never seen it before. His lips and hands explored my breasts, my back, my neck. He eased the head of his cock between my lips, sliding it in slowly, all the way to the hilt, holding it there deep in my pussy the head pressing my cervix as his hands continued to explore my body. We moved together slowly, sensually, the soft moans low in my throat blended in time with the soft growl of his lust. I trembled again and again in exstacy, prolonged orgasm after prolonged orgasm... I felt like I would explode and become one of the stars.
He knew how to play my body. I usually rushed... speeding up as the orgasm came, pushing over the hill quickly into the next orgasm, but tonight he held me firmly against the rail, dragging out the orgasms until I couldn't move could barely stand and tremble in exstacy. But soon he couldn't hold his own in much longer. His speed pushing me further and further, my body made more sensitive by th unendig orgasm came again and again, one long moan of exstacy escaped my throat. He colapsed against me over the rail of the deck, his forehead between my shoulderblades, his spent cock still twitching inside me, I trailed my nails up his arm as we lay together against the rail trying to catch our breath. Slowly he pulled me upright with him and turned me in his arms for an earth shattering kiss, we figured dinner could wait, we both needed a nap...
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Random Jo-Jo Moment
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Posted:Jun 16, 2009 8:06 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2009 6:02 am
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Kinda bummed today, things don't always go the way you plan, sometimes the plans roll right on along without you. Does there come a point when you should politely say, "Excuse me, this life is kinda bumpy could we slow down?" or do you wait until you panic and make it all worse. Perfect answer is to speak up.... but will anyone hear you? Will anyone listen? Will it upset someone? I have to wonder about the things that are just outside my grasp. I'm not a mind reader, I'm not even a good empath. I just am so sensitive to the down side that I usually make it bigger. I feel it coming and prepare for the fallout long before it comes, before it's even in the works. Good things always come with a price... and eventually the price is too steep and just like Jenga it all comes tumbling down. You can't build yourself up and not expect to fall.... but it still hurts, every time. Can I just sit here? For a little while and let the world pass me by. Decide when I'm ready to try the waves again? Nope... you just have to try to keep your head above water... You know.... sometimes people drown...
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The Masque
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Posted:Jun 11, 2009 7:43 am
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2010 1:52 pm
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There was nothing like Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The sights, the sounds, the atmosphere. It was pure debauchery at it's best. While the rest of the world partied on Rue Bourbon, the elite held private parties at their big colonial mansions. How I ended up here I'm still not sure. But I wasn't going to waste the oppertunity. This party was a huge gala Masque, a costume ball. People were touching, groping, laughing... it was general pandimonium with the flair of a subtle orgy. There was no blatant sex on the main floor, but there was plenty of making out, random acts of nudity and groping. I could hardly believe my eyes. I was pretty sure some of these people were pretty famous, a well known actor, a famous politician, directors, authors, millionaires. It was a who's who of Hollywood right here in New Orleans.
I had gone with a rather elaborate outfit, a geisha. My face was painted white, my hair was up so high I could scream with the tension, and an authentic kimono from Japan. I even had a pair of the special shoes typically worn by geisha. They were the most difficult and possibly the most uncomfortable thing I had even had on my feet, but they were part of the authentic outfit and so I left them on. I stayed very quiet and respectful, playing the part of my geisha to the hilt. I smiled lightly and giggled behind my fan when someone said something crass or inappropriate. I walked around the party... enjoying the occassional grope. I wish Don could have made it. I really didn't like being out without Master. He told me to "Go... play... Have Fun.." I knew what he meant by "play". But I really didn't feel comfortable doing that without him. Not in a group setting.
I took my turns around the room, dancing when I cared to... laughing at this or that. It was a feast for the eyes and senses but... it just wasn't a party.. I was just thinking about giving up and going home when an arm snaked around my waist and I was pulled back against a very masculine chest. I glanced back in surprise to see "Julius Ceasar". His free hand slid down my left arm and pulled my sleeve back to my elbow turning my wrist up to display my tattoo. I stood motionless in his arms as his eyes devoured my tattoo... I had never seen such fire in a person's eyes and to see them behind a small golden mask was even more disturbing. I shrank away from him and he seemed to realize my arm was attatched to a person for the first time. His eyes searched my face and he breathed one word.... "Kajira...." it wasn't so much a question as a statement but I nodded, swallowing hard.
Kajira is the name given to Gorean slave girls. There are usually two things that mark a slave... a kolar(collar)... and a kef. A kef is a scrolled letter k, symbolized from the mythological Gorean Alphabet. When a woman is sold into slavery, a kef is branded into her flesh. Of course a more healthy and less emotionally scarring way to do this is a tattoo... I have such a tattoo on the inside of my left wrist. The Gorean kef, inside of an oval with a leopard's head across the top. Apparently in my distraction I had reached out to pick something up or waved at some point to someone in the crowd and my sleeve had of course, slid back to reveal my wrist, and my tattoo. It had caught his attention.
He slid a hand slowly up my body, His eyes never leaving my face, examing the curve of my hip and the swell of my breats until it reached the neck of my kimono, his hand slid inside, and met the cold steel of my kolar. I saw his jaw tighten and his eyes harden. "Girl, where is your Master?" I trembled slightly. His voice had a deep growl to it and to my sensitive ears the vibration was liquid gold. It sent heat down my spine and into my most intimate places. I knew that I was probably dealing with a man well versed in Gor. So I answered as best I could. "This one's Master is not at this party, Vana'she." Vana'she is Gorean for Master. Avan'she for Mistress. His eyes glittered unexpectedly. He smiled a dangerous smile and trailed his hand back up my neck lightly, as if he were examining my make up. "Oh really, now? What kind of fool leaves an item such as you unattended?" I trembled again, my knees threatening to give beneath me. "Master was called away at the last moment, He told this girl to have a good time at the party and He would meet her later." Ceasar leaned in close and inhaled, the jasmine and lily shampoo I had used had seemed quite innocent at the beginning of the evening.
He smiled and wrapped his arm tighter around me, pulling against his length, he released my left arm and turned me in his arms, I suddenly realized he had moved me against the wall, no my back was pressed to it, his tightly muscled arms baring my escape. I suddenly knew what his next question would be, and I almost dreaded it. But a part of me wanted him to ask, so that I could answer him. "Girl, what color is your silk?" This is a way of asking your level of training and availablity. A white silk is a trainee, and only available for her Master... A red silk was a trained kajira, open to serve any Master than asked. And serve him anyway he wished. I tried to clear the knot in my throat, but it forced my voice out in a croak.. "This girl is red silk, Vana'she" I had no sooner spoke the words when he again had a hold on my wrist and was guiding me... well more like pulling me... through the crowd and up the stairs to the second floor. A small part of me thought to struggle, but if I did there would be consequences... It would shame both me and my Master if I was disobediant or rude to another Master. He dragged me down the hall and up another flight of steps and into a large dimly lit room. On the large bed that dominated it was a woman, obviously dressed as Cleopatra, she had a remote control in one had and was busy flipping through channels on a large flat screen TV. She didn't look up as we entered, she merely commented "Brad just took a girl into one of the upstairs bedrooms... "
Ceasar let go of my arm and crawled across the bed to kiss the woman... At this point I was thouroughly confused and did the only thing that came to mind... I dropped to my knees and knelt on the floor, geisha style because it was how I was dressed and it wouldn't smear my makeup. I got on my knees and made an A symbol with my hands and the put my forhead above my hands as they touched the floor. I could hear them whispering back and forth as I knelt in the semi darkness. I trembled, unsure of what was happening, when the woman spoke up. "Girl enter and greet." I rose and walked closer to the bed, dropping again into a kneel, this time an upright one. "this girl is jodarian amina, red silk of the Lavine Homestone, owned by Master Don." I glanced upon her feet, not daring to look higher... "Tal Avan'she, this one hopes the evening find you well?" The man smirked with obvious satisfaction. The woman sat up on the bed in interest. "Actually, kajira, this day finds me bored. You see I hate these parties and only put in an appearance for as long as necessary before retreating here to my room... How is it that you came to be here, and obviously unattended?" I cleared my throat, "Master recieved tickets to this event from a colleague, At the last moment, something came up and He could not attend. Master knew that this one had been looking forward to this opportunity to meet many famous people and He encouraged this one to go on without him." My hear was racing by this point.
She nodded, and eyed me up and down... "Remove the kimono." she ordered brusquely. I froze, I knew I should respond, knew I should obey but I just couldn't. The woman bristled slightly and the man put a hand on her shoulder. "Did you hear me girl? I said remove the kimono." I swallowed hard "Yes, Avan'she...." I slowly untied the belt that held the acres of cloth in place. They fell in pools at my feet, the kimono it'self was not as elaborate as some and it only hade an over robe and a shift underneath. I removed the robe and the belts and stood there in a thin white silk shift that stopped just past the tops of my thighs... I had worn nothing underneath it.
She leaned forward on the bed, steping off the edge and towards me. Ceasar reclined back, letting Cleopatra take the lead. She reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder circling me slowly, examining me. I stood motionless, trembling slightly, oh god I was getting aroused. The look on Ceasar's face and the trailing of Cleo's hands...I was light headed with the fantasies that crossed my brain. "Hair, girl...." Hair was another position, usually used for punishment, you clasped your hands behind your back and bent over at the waist to let you're hair hang forward so that the Master(or Mistress) could use it as a leash. This obviously wasn't her plan, she kneeled behind me, pushing my shift up my back and exposing my backside and pussy for her to see. "Part your legs, girl." I widened my stance, swallowing hard at this sudden exposure, I felt her hands trail up the inside of my thigh and forward through my legs over my abdomen and the front of my pussy, not touching my slit, she then moved her hand back over my ass, just trailing her hand over my exposed body. She moved her hand over my slit and slowly licked her fingers, tasting my juices... "My god, she tastes wonderful... " Before I knew what to think of that I felt her tongue on my clit, and I whimpered slightly. She ignored me and continued lapping at my pussy, one arm wound around my thigh to keep me in place the other reaching forward to tease my nipples as my breasts hung before her. I felt a sharp tug at my hair and my head was raised. Ceasar was before me, his cock out before my lips. "Suck it, girl" was all he said before I opened my mouth to reply and it was quickly shoved in.
Ceasar slid his cock in and out of my mouth a few times slowly, making sure it was good and wet before gripping my hair and pushing it deep in my throat, I did my best not to gag, only coughin slightly as he pulled back. Cleo thrust her tongue deep in my pussy in time with the deep thrusts of Ceasar in my throat it was nearly to much to bear I soon began to cum. I heard her murmur, "Oh hunny, she's a squirter too.." I was suddenly pulled forward by my hair and went sprawling into the bed. Ceasar had ahold of my hips and pinned me to the edge, my chest pressed to the mattress my knees not quite reaching the floor because their bed set so high. I felt Ceasar's rough fingers probing my pussy, and I again began to whimper. Cleo climbed up on the bed and parted her thighs... She too had chosen to wear nothing under her costume, a thing golden dress.. it rode up over her thighs and she gripped my hair pulling my face into her pussy, I had never eating out a woman before, but I stuck my tongue out and moved it around her clit. She parted her lips for me and I sucked her labia gently, probing my tongue along her soft flesh. I felt Ceasar shift and he began his own onslaught on my pussy, tasting it and teasing it with his fingers. Massaging my clit and stroking my slit from front to back past my asshole between deep thrusts of what was obviously a well endowed tongue.... I couldn't help but come again..
Cleo ground my face into her pussy, I boldly slid a hand up and placed a finger at the edge of her entrance.... pushing in slowly moving in and out, gently, first one finger then two.. my tongue working her clit the whole time, sucking, licking, probing. She began to tremble under my menstrations and Ceasar became more and more insistant with his tongue. A few more minutes went by and Ceasar climbed up on the bed, once again dragging me after him by the hair. He layed on his back and turned me away from him... having me straddle him in a reverse cowgirl position, as he slid his cock deep in my pussy, Cleo trailed her tongue up his shaft and over my clit, I was coming again before he was even all the way in. He reached around and gripped my breasts, squeezing my nipples almost painfully. I whimpered as he thrust harder and harder slamming his cock into my pussy as deep and as hard as he could... I moaned at her darting tongue. He released one breasts and gripped my hair again, pulling it for leverage as He slammed me.
Cleo lifted my hips a little and pushed me further up his stomach and claimed his cock for her own, pressing forward against me, keeping me between them as she sucked the breast that Ceasar had released, her fingers finding their way deep in my pussy, her thumb caressing my clit, pushing me again over the edge of orgasm as she took hers and with her his... He pushed his hands against my back, supporting the arch that Cleo was making as she continued to suck and bite my breasts, her fingers still mildly stroking my pussy. I trembled in a moment of pure bliss... Really wishing Don were here....
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Master's Girl
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Posted:Jun 1, 2009 7:41 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2010 4:52 pm
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The Meeting hall was empty, we were the first to arrive. I followed closely to Master, one step behind His left hand, alert to His movements in case He stopped suddenly. I paused in the doorway, waiting for Him to take His seat before I slid slowly to my knees, parting my thighs wide before pressing my chest to the floor between my knees, my arms sliding past my face, wrists crossed out before me, I touched my forehead to the floor and called out in a voice not much higher than a whisper. "May this girl enter the chamber, if it pleases her Master's will?" He told me to enter. I pulled myself up to my knees my hands pressed to my upper thighs, rocking back onto the balls of my feet before pushing up from the floor in one fluid movement. I crossed the room to Master's side, my steps quick and small, my bare feet padding lightly on the fur rugs. I once again dropped quickly to my knees, keep my back straight this time, my thighs touched lightly and I let my hands rest palms down on my upper thighs. I kept my chin level, there was no shame in being a submissive.
Master told me to fetch Him some Blackwine(Gorean for Coffee). I promptly pushed to my feet again and crossed to the small kitchenette to the side of the hall. I took down a smal tray and picked up a clean cloth. First I set the coffee in the coffee maker, added the water and while it was brewing I found a coffee cup. I looked at it carefully, if I had found even the smallest chip or crack it would not be used, only the best for Master. I cleaned it with the cloth, it was already clean of course having been washed before being placed in the cabinet, but once again only the best for the Master. I placed the cup on the tray, followed by the three small dishes that contained the additives. One container had white sugar, another brown, and the third held cream. I placed four spoons on the tray and then I placed the now fully brewed pot of coffee on it as well. I double checked to see that I had everything. There was something calming in serving, the ceremony, the protocol, it was nice.
I picked up the tray and carried it over to Master carefully, I didn't want to spill... not even a little cream or coffee on the tray, it would be shameful. I dropped slowly to my knees at Master's feet. "Would Master like His Blackwine, first slave or second slave?" This was a way of asking if He wanted cream and sugar. If he said First slave, cream and sugar would be added to the cup and then the coffee poured, usually there were two serving one for the cream and one for the coffee, but I had to make due on my own. If He said second, as I knew He would, then the cream and sugar is left out and I simply pour a cup on black coffee. You might ask why I bothered with the cream and sugar if He would not wish it. Ceremony. It's that simple, it is expected, it should be there. Master requested His coffee Second Slave, black. I poured a careful measure of coffee into the cup and set the pot back down, picking up the coffee and giving it a small swirl to check it's color, I then performed the small ritual of presentation. I pressed the cup lightly to my stomach, the center of my being. I then pressed it to my heart the center of my love for my Master. I then blew lightly across the coffee before I pressed the cup to my lips and tasted the coffee to be certain it would please my Master. Then I raised the cup above my head in offering. "May I offer Master the Blackwine He requested?" He nodded and took the cup, sipping it gently looking thoughtful before waving a dismissive hand at me, I returned the tray to the kitchenette and the additives to their proper places, setting the pot back on the burner incase someone else wanted some when they arrived. I quickly made my way back to Master's side and dropped once again. Thighs barely touching, hands resting on top of them.
Master glanced down at me and commanded "Nadu" it means He wished me to change my position. This was a subtle change, I moved further forward on the pillow and parted my thighs wide, displaying the fact that the rather thin strip of silk was all I wore over my "heat". I blushed lightly, the silk seemed far to small and I seemed far to exposed. But Master commanded and I obeyed, that's how it was. He held the cup in His left hand and stroked my hair idlely with His right, much the way you would pet a good holding it's position. The other's began to arrive and their girls went scurrying about fetching drinks and snacks, serving them the way I had. The Master's discussed the weekly business. I rarely paid attention to this, it was not my place. I followed the conversation lightly so that I could provide input or repeat something said should I be asked, but it was of little interest to me. Master left me in Nadu through the whole meeting and I felt the passing glances of several Masters. I kept my pose though the meeting lasted longer than an hour. As the other's began to leave, I noted two that stayed behind, these men had come without their girl's tonight. I kept my pose, waiting for Master to conclude His business with these men.
It appeared that I was that business. Having completed my chain dance, and achieving my red silks, I was now available for other Masters, if my Master so chose it. These were important men these other Masters. Master told me I would do as they instructed me and listen as if He had given me their instructions myself. I nodded and swallowed hard, very nervous suddenly. One of them asked me if I would serve Him sexually if He desired it. Remembering what Master had said I quietly turned my palms up on my thighs. This was a quiet signal from kajira to Master meaning she was willing to serve sexually. The Master chuckled, complimenting my own on my training. They told me to come out into the center that they could look me over better. Once there I was ordered to bow. This I had expected. A Gorean bow is similar to a back bend it's sole purpose to "display" all a kajira's "goods". It worried me because this was often done when a Master was to trade a girl, before she was bought or sold she was inspected. I bowed my back and held the postition, it was painful, I had not done a backbend in quite sometime but I managed to hold it. I nearly fell when I felt a hand brush my thin silk from between my thighs and a light touch trail over my heat. I trembled visably with the effort to hold the bend but perhaps more so with the nervous tension. The ordered me down and in a "Sleen" position this is a postion where I am on all fours, prepared for usage. I felt myself getting wet, so nervous I was still shaking, I stole a glance at my Master, and He smiled. I was doing as He wished and He was pleased. I closed my eyes as I felt hands exploring my body, pushing my silks from their path and parting my pussy lips and ass cheeks so that they may better inspect me. I felt a probing finger in my pussy followed by the sounds of lips smacking. One of the Masters was complimenting my taste, "This girl thanks You Master." I replied in a shakey voice. Soon His tongue replaced His finger tips. A soft caress across my cheek and I opened my eyes, the other Master was before me offering His cock to my lips. I parted them and was quickly taken off guard when He promptly thrust it as far in as He could. I coughed for a moment before recovering, He slid His cock slowly in and out of my mouth taking deep thrusts. His partner I could see was now naked and stroking himself as He tasted my pussy, His tongue a squirming center of pleasure, I whimpered slightly, holding my place. They had not told me to move, if I squirmed it could mean trouble but He was pushing me so close to orgasm. The one who was tasting me asked My Master if He wished to join. He stood and removed His clothes, coming foward to cup my breasts, teasing and toying with my nipples. "Let's flip her over." Someone said and I found myself on my feet. One of the other Master's lay on His back on the ground and they lowered me onto His cock, sliding it deep into my pussy. The one that had been fucking my mouth seemed unwilling to relinquish His post, and I felt My Master kissing the back of my neck His hard cock, slicked with oil, pressing against my tight ass. I whimpered, I had never done a DP. The Master beneath my sucked my nipples the one above me gripped my hair tightly and Master massaged my back as He inched His cock inside. I trembled violently in orgasm. Wondering how long they would use me.
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Another Random Jo-Jo Moment
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Posted:Jun 1, 2009 6:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2010 3:48 pm
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I remember how I started in Gor, remember the way things are done, all the pomp and ceremony. I wish I was still serving, but life doesn't stop for leisure. I know what you're thinking a submissive calls serving leisure, weird right? I always dreamed of a Master of a time that would come when I could stoppind doubting, stop over thinking everything, a day when I could just let someone else take the wheel and go on auto pilot. I'm not talking about being a robot or anything. But life's hard, and more than a little scary. So many descisions and you never have all the answers. I wanted someone with answers. I chose Gorean because it had so many rules, so many ceremonies that you didn't have to think about should I do this, should I do that? It was there black and white how things were done. The sexual nature of it appealed to, as a kajira you are an object not a person, a object to be commanded, to be used...
Some won't see it this way but this is how I see it. Sex is beauty. If a man can't keep his hands off you, can't help but reach out and touch you because of the attraction, that's the most erotic thing to me. Now there's a difference here. You get guys who give you this part and then they ruin it by being... well jealous, possessive, to busy trying to posture to the other guy that you belong to them. This is an insecurity, and that makes them seem weak. A man should be strong, certain, unwavering. These are ideals of course. No one is perfect, it's just a matter of don't sweat the little stuff. A Master can show uncertainty to another Master, but never to his slave. It ruins the effect.
I once asked a man how the real life M/s relationship worked. The relationship described was in essence a marriage. This just confused me. He told me that if a slave couldn't do something right that second it was ok. That he would share in the duties of housework. I suppose that that works too. But it's a matter of command and obey I think. A knowledge of expectation too. I know I've got a really skewed view here but I have a way I expect things to be and well, I'm picky lol.
For a man to just randomly decide you are his to use anytime he pleases regardless of when or where(within reason and legal standards of course). You could be at the sink washing the dishes one minute and bent over the counter the next. Sitting quietly on the couch reading a book, and He unzips his fly for a quick bj. A solitary shower could be a joint effort without notice or planning. It's attraction, plain old animal magnetism.
A firm decision and intimate knowledge of how to please and be pleased. I'm multiorgasmic, and extremely touch sensitive, so if he's enjoying himself it's almost a guarentee I am too. The thought of being Taboo thrills me. Just giving a guy head, with no reciprication CAN get me off. It depends on the context and events prior. The bondage idea gets me just because it's another version of submission, choices of how to move are taken from you. It's about what HE wants not what I want and He's going to take me along for the ride.
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Racing for Pinks
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Posted:May 30, 2009 8:18 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2010 3:52 pm
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I loved my new bike. It handled like a dream, it was light, but it wasn't kicked around in the wind. Now that I had it repainted and put the new seat on it, it was perfect. The tiger on the back of my helmet was a gift from Don, the blue and purple tiger stripes on the tank were just me to a T. Don sat on the back, arms around my waist, that was probably the thing I loved about it the most. I'm a snuggler and don't want to waste a second I could be in his arms. We pulled into the MVP and I slid the helmet off. I was so glad I had grown my hair back out. Nothing sexier than a woman sliding the helmet off and flicking her hair back.
I heard a harsh back of laughter. I looked up to see some guys hanging out near a few crotch rockets. I felt my lip curl in disgust. Harley or nothing... there wasn't anything wrong with the other brands of course, some of them were quite nice. But my dad always said and I ALWAYS listened to my dad. I looked the one that laughed up and down. He was skinny, reminded me of the captain of the basketball team in high school.. He had a horrible faux leather jacket on. He was pointing at Don and I and laughing. I slipped my helmet on it's rest and kicked the stand down. Don followed suit and stepped off the bike. "You gotta problem, ?" He said. The piped up as he slung an arm around his girl, who wasn't bad. "I don't socialize with bitches, dog." as He laughed and walked away. I piped up, "Good because we don't talk to pussies who ride pansy bikes either."
I slung my leg around and stepped off my bike and turned to find him staring at me obviously livid. I laughed, "Truth hurts don't it, boyo." I slipped my hand in Don's and gave him a kiss on the cheek pulling him towards the bar. "You stupid, cunt... Where the hell do you get off..." I stopped dead and turned, "I get off where ever I please... and usually enjoy it... not that you'd know how to get a woman off in the first place, little shit, you need to back off or step up because you're making me late." He flustered, "I know how to get a chick off... " I spun on him then right underneath his nose. "Bullshit, I could get your girl off better and faster than you ever could, and I'm a fucking girl... " He glared down in to my face, we were... well I'd say nose to nose but it was more like chin to forehead... "Bullshit, you little dyke... You couldn't do a damn thing better than me.." I snarled back at him, when Don put his hand on my shoulders and pulled me back. He looked level at the , "Put up then, punk. You've heard of racing for pinks... let's do that but I'm not talking about your title, I'm talking about your girl." 's jaw dropped and so did his girl's. "I'll bet you Jo verses your girl, straight up. If Jo beats you in a race to the end of the quarter mile. We get to keep your chick the remainder of the evening... if not Jo will take you out to the point and I guarentee you she'll wear you out two ways from sunday... your friends too..." Don nodded to the two other studded wonders that had been backing up their friends. "Come on, fiesty little redhead like my Jo, she's worth it... if you're really not the pussy she says you are..."
That did it... He slapped his hand out with a "Done" which his girl promptly smacked him for. He told her to go stand with his buddy's and he'd be back in a second and not to piss herself he wasn't going to lose. Don and I stepped back over to the bike and I picked up my helmet, Don tilted my chin. "Winning or losing baby?" I thought for a second, "He pissed me off, I'm gonna smoke his ass.." He kissed the tip of my nose, "You got it baby, I'll go stake out a table for three." He walked away and went in the bar. laughed again... "What he doesn't want to watch me fuck you when I'm done?" I laughed back, "No he went to go get a table for three, and by the look on your face when he made the suggestion hunny, your already "Done", right in your pants." I laughed and pulled the bike to the starting point. I looked his bike over for a second... This would be lucky if he didn't face plant in one of the ruts down the stretch, I shrugged, if he did he did. Shouldn't laugh at my man...
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The Chain Dance
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Posted:May 25, 2009 6:37 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2011 7:11 am
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I raised my eyes, carefully not wanting to look higher than was allowed, to look above a Free Man's wrist without permission was forbidden and harshly punished. I knelt in the center of the room, the soft fur mats caressing my knees and tickling my thighs. Thick iron shackles were attatched to my ankles and wrists and the thin steel ring around my neck sent cold shivers down my spine. The room was chill, and my nipples stood erect beneath the thin silk shift I wore. The silk trailed around my neck down to cover my breasts, and then looped around my waist to drop descreetly down the center of my thighs in the front and demurely covered my butt in the back. I moved my eyes from chair to chair around the room. Each was the same a large arm chair with a big fluffy pillow next to it. There were ten in all... and each was full at the moment. Well dressed men and their kajiras... their slave girls... the chair at the head of the oval had an empty pillow to it's right. That was my seat if the night went well... I was anxious, my pulse raced. I had to prove myself tonight. A girl stepped forward into the center of the circle... a gold chain dangled from her hands. It was my chain sister arella. arella was not her name of course. The first thing Master did when he kolared you was change your name. It was symbolic that everything you owned, even you're own name belonged to Master. Master changed my name to amina, it meant trustworthy and honest. This ceremony as to be observed by all of Master's friends, it was a display of my body, as my silks changed from white to red... trained to untrained, closed to open. This last made me uneasy. A closed girl may only sexually please her Master... an open one... well she served whom so ever her Master told her to serve. It was a Master's choice when or even if she served another... it was a bargaining tool, or a friendly gesture. Sometimes no different than offering a glass of your best wine.
Arella steps forward and loops the chain first to one ankle then my wrist on the same side, then my kolar, my other wrist and then ending with my other foot, she kissed my lips gently and then took the fur from beneath me and resumed her place to Master's left. I trembled slightly focusing my eyes on Master's knee. I swallow and then place my forehead on the floor. I pull myself to my feet, my head bowed, looking askance at Master. He nods and I begin. Tapping first with just my right foot, making the chain jingle softly, keeping rythmn with the soft slap of my foot. I moved one hand forward, reaching towards Master with one and then the other making the chain slide through my kolar back and forth creating a soft buzzing to accompany the soft music of the chain... the jingle and rattle accompanied with the slap of my feet forming a song, as I twisted my body and moved to my own rythmn. The goal of a succcessful chain dance was to create a music with the chain and the slapping of your feet, the clapping of your hands... you weren't allowed to speak... only move with your body... the soft jingle of my chain tyed into my own rythmn. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to my own body. My hips swayed, feet padded, and slid the chain through it's loops.... I don't know how long I danced. A soft hand rested on my shoulder and I froze certain I had displeased somehow and would now be punished... Master stepped up behind me gripping my shoulders and pulling me back against his body, I could feel his erection as his hand slide around to cup my neck and tilt my chin. I had pleased him. He nibbled my neck gently as his hand slid down my body beneath my silks and touched my core... and now it seems he would please me for pleasing him. He accepted me and was showing the whole assemblage that... I was now and would ever more be His....
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Gorean
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Posted:May 24, 2009 12:02 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2009 5:19 pm
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I get alot of people who don't know exactly what Gorean is so I'm gonna do a quick reference blog. Gorean is a variation of BDSM that is particularly stylized after a series of Science Fiction novels by John Norman. In these books Mr. Norman claims that there is a "Counter-Urth" that is on the far side of the sun a mirror image of earth as we know it physically, but it is more primordial than here. This "Counter-Urth" has a lighter gravity and odd creatures that grow to huge sizes... Think land of the lost but with smaller dinosaurs. It is also a much less technological place. Strength and prowess with a sword rule here not prowess with a pen or gold. The majority of the culture see females in a submissive light and women who wish to be sexual are usually bound in slavery while those who wish to maintain their freedom must wear elaborate robes that hide their femininity( much like our own muslim women).
Slave girls on Gor follow two sets of color patterns, a color of the caste of their Master and then a color to denote their level of training and ability to serve. Caste=job medical, military, laborer, craftsman etc. But the color of their silks or clothing denotes what they will do. A white silk is a new girl who is to be used only by her owner until she is fully trained. A red silk is a girl who has finished her training and may serve others with her Master's permission of course. Blue and Yellow slaves serve as bar maid and paga wenches... i.e. prostitutes. Now beyond that there is a black silk... this one is debated because it's used for several purposes. Some use a black silk to denote a "head slave" the head of house hold for a home in charge of the other slaves... The other slaves call her mistress (in online gor it is typed with a lower case where as a Free Woman would be noted with a capital). Other groups use black to note a slave who is unowned. Since this conflicts from place to place the second thing to look for is a collar (refered to as kolar in Gor).
A kolar means owned if you mess with a girl who's kolared you're going to answer to her owner. Though in the book world of Gor there are people who (like cattle rustlers) cut girl's kolars and take them away for their purposes(resale or their own stock) This is punishable by death and can be horrible for the girl(who is shamed for being taken).
Gor is about power transfer... it's a complete submission of power over to one's owner... they make the decisions as to what you can handle and what is best for you. A big argument brought up is that Gorean does not allow for "safewords" as is typical in the BDSM community. (motto: Safe, Sane, Consensual) Of course there is a combination among everyone to suit what fits each individual or couple accordingly. Gorean is an extreme version of trust. A slave must trust her Master completely that he will know when she cannot take another lash of the whip or when enough is enough and that he will bring her to no permanent harm... physically or emotionally.
Master's word is law and should be obeyed completely and with the proper ceremony.
Just an FYI lol
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Random Jo-Jo moment
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Posted:May 20, 2009 6:35 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2009 5:25 pm
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I had to stop and think for a second because Don made me laugh. He has himself convinced that despite being one person I am actually two... lol... My BFF(Best Friend Forever) Nicole had this same concept after listening to me answer the phone one day. In Nicole's case I understand. She just happened to hear me playing secretary for my dad. He was out and I answered his phone, I was very polite and courteous and when I had taken the message and turned around Nicole was staring at me like I had lost my mind. When I asked her why she explained that while I was on the phone my voice had taken an almost "Southern Drawl" quality and hand risen three octaves. She didn't recognize the voice that came out of my mouth at all and it was so infailingly polite. Don't get me wrong I'm a nice person but I do have a proximity to swear and speak crudely now and again. People who speak to me on a day to day basis realize the difference of me behaving like a well behaved little angel with a southern drawl and being dotingly, overwhelmingly polite. Don's point on the other hand is that He's convinced that I have two people whom he has named BTW. I am now either Jo or Jo-Jo( my siblings and family have always called me Jo-Jo, with the rare exception of Joleen Renee when I exasperate my father) Don says that my day to day activities the hum drum stuff and cleaning etc. is controlled by Jo she is aparently my right brain i.e. motor function, physicality and that sort of thing. But then there is Jo-Jo... she's my sensual, fun loving, sexual, permiscuous side and the one that controls my life on Passion... atleast according to Don... What a silly man he is lol
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The tutor
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Posted:May 17, 2009 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2010 3:57 pm
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It had always been a running joke, Jo Lee and I. Jo Lee and I met at my favorite restaurant, her father owned it. At the time my boss had taken me out to the local chinese place, because I had just transfered to the area and didn't know any of the hot spots yet she offered to show me around. We stopped off at this wonderful little buffet and she introduced me to Jo Lee, it was funny because my name is actually Joleen. Jo Lee/Joleen... running gag insues. We even had boys about the same age, but beyond that there wasn't much to call her my doppleganger. We were about the same height but that's where the similarity stopped. She was thin and olived skinned oriental, I was pale as they come with dark brown, nearly red hair. Jo Lee's was black as onyx, she wore hers long, I wore mine just above the shoulder. But the jokes led to talks, the talks to friendship. It had always been a dream of mine(still is) to learn as many languages as I could. Not to sound right wing biblical but everyone should understand each other. It's just how I feel. No one should complain that this person doesn't speak my language if they aren't willing to learn the other. So in a round about way I convinced Jo Lee to stop by a few times a week and we would spend a few hours talking in Mandarin(Chinese). Don soon got used to seeing her around the house, but would promptly tune us out when we started speaking "jibberish" As time went by the "lessons" became gab sessions. It was still educational for me because we only spoke in Mandarin but it wasn't how we started with pointing and then exchanging words. It was getting close to Don's birthday, and one thing that Don had never done was sleep with an oriental woman. He'd always wanted to, but our area just didn't have an abundance of the race. So it made it hard to find a lady let alone one you are willing to sleep with. Jo Lee and I began to cook up a little suprise... the funny part was we were talking about it right in front of him. He was sitting there listening to us the whole time and didn't even have a clue. That evening after Jo Lee had "left" for the evening, I promptly sat between Don's knees and coaxed him into letting me give him a blow job, of course he didn't need much coaxing, all in all it took maybe ten minutes. After the twenty Jo Lee and I had agreed on I had him good and hard and in my mouth right there in the living room, when Jo Lee walked back in murmuring something about having forgotten her purse. Don promptly tried to cover up, but of course I had him deep in my mouth and if he jerked away at that second it would have been incredibly painful. He was stuck. Jo Lee's eyes took on a mischievious look. "Hey Jo, that looks good can I have a taste?" I promptly said "Sa e keni mina..." which translates roughly to "What's mine is yours" Don's eyes must have gotten as big as saucers, he looked down at me, my mouth once again full and then up at Jo Lee as she walked over and dropped to her knees next to me. I pulled back and let her have a taste. As she trailed her tongue up one side I trailed my tongue up the other. I don't think Don will ever forget this birthday... Do you?
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Once upon a time.....
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Posted:May 7, 2009 7:58 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2009 7:09 am
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I urged the faster, night was coming and with it came the howling of the wolves. I was too close... far too close to the castle. If I was not around the next corner by the time the night-watch lit the braziers.. It would light up the sky like daylight and I would be exposed. The was running as fast as it could, I could feel it's heart pounding between my thighs, whether it shared my fear or was just exhausted from the pace, I could not tell, but I urged her harder. The fire started at one edge of the castle carried on across the top of the wall, the lights were lit and I was exposed. I heard the shout go up from the guard and heard the shout go up along the wall. I swore under my breath as they turned out the dogs. The castle was known for it's dogs, great behemoths of dogs, English Mastiffs, trained to pull a man from his . The thunder of the dogs howls was drown as the drawbridge crashed down and the sound of steel on wood filled the air. The knights were coming. I half thought of pulling on the reins and giving in, but I knew what would come of it and the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach clenched. My let out a terrified scream as the dogs fell in step behind her.
If... I .. could.. just...make... the ..next... hill... My stumbled and the dogs had her back leg I flew from her back over her head and landed in the dirt a few feet from the path, the dogs thank god continued to chase my instead of falling on me. I grunted in pain as I tried to move, nothing seemed to be broken and I wasn't bleeding but my whole body screamed at the insult of being hurled to the ground. I slowly rolled over, just in time to catch a boot to the jaw that sent my whole world into darkness.
It took time for me to open my eyes, I couldn't feel shackles on my wrists, or the rough stone of the dungeon floor beneath me. I was confused where had I been brought? I opened my eyes slowly, looking around me in pure confusion. The room I was in was covered in furs and silks. The rooms of a noble woman perhaps. I shivered with cold, my sturdy cotton garments were gone, replaced by a short, thin, silk garment like a slip. I was clean my skin smelled of roses and jasmine. I rubbed my arms and looked around the room for some sign of what had become of me. With my clothes gone and my bags on the back of my the messages I was to get to the Count were gone. The Duke's men had caught me and I was their prison here in this gilded cage. The Count had sworn they would not attack a woman, had sworn it... and yet here I was my jaw still aching and my head throbbing. I caught sight of myself in a mirror. God I looked horrible, and the material I was clothed in was nearly see through, my nipples displayed themselves prominently, poking forward and rosy. I crossed my arms before me and explored my cage. A large feather bed stood in one corner, and the walls and floors were draped with furs to keep out the chill. A small table was placed in the center of the room, and a dressing table near the wall, but there was no ar moire, no closet, no clothing, just brushes and the tools of a woman's beauty. I walked nearer the table, there was food laid out upon it. Fresh grapes and cheese and wine, and a bouquet of wild roses. I backed away and sat on the edge of the bed. It could be poisoned, and I could see no door, it was obviously behind one of the furs. I looked around me in a sort of despair. Even if I could find my way from this room, I would be somewhere deep in the castle because this room held no windows. It was not near a wall... I let a soft sob escape my lips. What would become of me?
I curled around a pillow on the bed trying to make the ache in my head and the knot in my belly go away, at some point I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke the candles burned lower and a blanket was tucked around my chin. I had heard no one enter, and a different meal was laid upon the table, some cold meat and cheese and a loaf of bread. I climbed from the bed and went to the table. A part of me longed for the food to be poisoned, another part no longer cared. This prison was where I would stay, no one would come for me. The misbegotten bastard of some Noble captured in war trying to carry secrets from one land to another. I sat at the table and wondered if this was what it would have been like growing up in my father's house. I ate with relish consuming the meat and cheese and drinking almost all of the bottle of wine. I was buzzing hard, and feeling the wine. I crossed to the dressing table and brushed out my long hair.... it was something to do, I plaited it like I had as a girl, braiding the front part past my ears and then looping it around behind me and letting it fall to my waist a braid over a loose section of hair. I caught the flash of something in the mirror and turned quickly nearly falling from my chair in my drunken state. The room as as it had been. Nothing had changed... I decided I had had enough to drink and left the bottle on the dressing table. I was woozy and the room spun like a mad top when I stood... I staggered two steps and crumpled to the floor oblivious.
I awoke naked across the bed, my body trembling in the cold, my thighs parted to the cool air. Something stained my skin and for a sickening moment I thought it was blood, but it was just the remaining wine, it had been smeared across my body, across my breasts and on my thighs, it was sticky and made my skin smell sickeningly sweet. Something else stuck to my skin across my belly, it was white and thick. I dipped my finger tips in it and held it to my nose to try to identify it but it was not a smell I recognized and it tasted of salt, not an unpleasant flavor. I became slowly aware of a tightness around my throat I felt at it to find some kind of jewelry there but it was tight and I could not see it. I looked at the dressing table to find a basin of water and a cloth upon it. I washed quickly but found no clothes to redress in, my thin silk shift was gone. I examined my bauble. It was a tight metal ring not unlike the kind you would find in a bull's nose. It did not appear to be removable.
Hours passed again as they had before. My small room, my table and my mirror, I soon grew accustomed to the chill and again in time lay upon the bed... I curled up in the furs and waited determined not to sleep... but in time sleep came and when I awoke the heavy weight of shackles bound my wrists above my head, and me feet to the corners of the mattress beneath me. I whimpered as I looked between my parted thighs to see a man's head, feasting upon my soft flesh. I trembled beneath his touch as his tongue caressed my most intimate places, feasting upon my sweet nectar, I bucked but was held firmly in place by his arms around my thighs. His fingers quested where his tongue had been, his wolfish grin positively glowing in the dim light. His fingers probed my innocent flesh, seeking deeper and deeper within me, before questing lower and penetrating my backside as well. I whimpered at his audacity, I sobbed at his insistence, I moaned at his touch. His fingers sought out places that made me swoon, his tongue forcing me to the precipice and then refusing to take me over the edge. His tongue traveled my body, his weight pinning me more securely than my bonds. When he took me I relished in it, arching my hips to give him more of me. He pushed me again and again to the edge and held me back. When he swept me over the edge he dragged it out long and brought me to the precipice again and again. I lost consciousness again before he sated his desire.
When I awoke again a silk shift was at the foot of the bed and I was again alone, naked and unbound. A fresh tray was laid out for me and fresh scents were on my dressing table. I wondered at what would become of me.
Would I spend my days here feasting on finery only to be feasted upon each night?
Would that be so terrible?
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Changing (role-reversal)
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Posted:May 3, 2009 6:12 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2010 3:58 pm
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I love this store. Fantastic fashion and the right size. It sucked you get above a size 12 and you could never find anything that fit. I'm happy with the size of my ass thank you very much and those girls that just don't have one... well I hope their guys don't mind being impaled on a hip bone with every thrust... oo... that one's pretty. I love blue... and that black one would definatly make Don take notice. Not that he wasn't noticing but I love being the center of attention. There's just something about knowing that you turn a guy... any guy on.. Even the most homely girl feels like a goddess when they make a guy pop wood. I gathered a few more things and got a door hanger from the very busy sales clerk. There was a guy sitting outside the changing room... He looked incredibly bored, his girlfriend had probably dragged him along and forced him to watch as she tried on endless outfits... That was sheer cruelty. It's one thing to ask a guy if he likes an outfit it's another to ask him to sit there forever watching and waiting for you to change. I left Don at home... I'd find the perfect outfit(or two) and then wear it when he came home. I always enjoy seeing his face when I wear something new and sexy... nothing says damn you look good like when a guy can't even wait to take the clothes off to get on you. That's what gets me off... ripped shirts and pushed aside panties... I stepped into my little booth with a sympathetic smile at the guy in the chair. A wicked little imp ran through my brain. I slid my panties off and picked out the shortest skirt I had grabbed off the shelf. I had worn my hair in pigtails that day.... had specifically come shopping for a new school girl out fit. The knee high socks and mary janes went so well... I pulled a little button up with a tiny vest out of the stack of clothes I had gathered. I tucked my pen from my purse over one ear. I stepped out of the changing room to see the big mirror and the very bored gentleman waiting for his girlfriend... I preened infront of the big mirror my glance keeping an eye on him, of course he really didn't look that bored anymore. I pretended not to notice him as I turned to see the back. The bottom of the skirt just barely cleared my cheeks when I was standing up while I was looking behind me, the pen "accidentaly" fell from over my ear. I of course promptly bent down to pick it up. I was facing the man by this point and it was completely accidental that my lack of panties and short skirt whould be reflected for his viewing pleasure in the mirror behind me. I picked up my skirt and flashed a completely innocent look at the gentleman. He had a deathgrip on the arms of his chair. I smiled in a "are you ok?" kind of way. He swallowed hard and nodded at me. I turned to the mirror again. Oh boy did he need it. I could see it. I sent the skirt twirling as I quickly turned and went back to my little cubby. Oh this next one would get him for sure. I had picked out a rather complicated halter top, that I "just had to have help with". I giggled and then made a very apologetic sweet face. I poked my head out of the door, he was looking decidedly sweaty now... This would be fun... I cleared my throat and tried to look pained "I'm sorry but... well.. could you... uh... give me a little hand with this? I can't seem to get it to stay up..." He stood up in that slow careful way guys have when they are trying to hide a boner. I turned demurely, leaving the door slightly open so that the thin mirror was infront of me... He slid his hands lightly over my neck trying to touch me as little as possible... Oh he was trying to be a good boy.
I let my hand slip on the shirt a little and my left breast managed to escape the confines of the shirt he was tying I pretended not to notice as I fiddled with the right side. I heard the sharp intake of breath... felt him tense and I looked up into his eyes in the mirror. I didn't play shy... I reached up behind me and guided his hands over my shoulders to cup my exposed breast. I pulled him into the small booth after me and closed the door.... turning around I put a finger to his lips to still his objections as I slid a hand along his fly, feeling his stiff cock within. "You look uncomfortable, let me help you with that..." I slid his fly down and released his throbbing cock, it was already oozing precum so I knew this wouldn't take long. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, watching his face for a reaction. God I loved making a guy make that face. It turned me on. I started rubbing my clit as I sucked his cock and he noticed. When he saw that it almost sent him over the edge, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up... He turned me around and pushed me up against the wall telling me what a naughty little slut I was as he pushed the head of his cock deep into my pussy... He covered my mouth when I moaned, telling me it wouldn't do either of us any good to get caught. He slid his cock in and out of my pussy slowly, prolonging his orgasm to coincide with mine. I'm multiorgasmic, so only get one was a little bit of a let down for me, but I knew when I told Don what I had done today... I'd more than get the lion's share at home...
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